hellhound pt2

heartbreakingshatteringcrushingblasphemous, bludgeoning, over saturateddon’t be surprised if we can’t be separatedscience needs a new invention

to mend heartsor a swab test for tearswhere a story is written by the chemicals in themand the chemicals in themare only ones that i can createwith my signature on themmy blood, and my distinctionnobody elsewell, that is interesting.cristian

doesn’t want it to end like thisthe story is written by an author who has nobusiness writing itdon’t be surprised if one nightwe’re looking at each othereye to eyeholding each other, closeso closeso close, i can feel you brushyour passionate breathsagainst my lungsthat fill with air, and move your head

i feel you slipping away.and by now, the category 5 hurricaneby all and any expertis said to have definitely slowed downthe eye has shrunkenour eyes have. shrunkit isn’t a category 5 anymoreand it won’t ever be a category 5and sometimes, looking at the weatheri believe it will slow downi don’t want it toothe chaos of it all is intriguinginviting. warmingsometimes, thoughother times, i don’t believe it at allother days it’s category 6, maybe 78, or 9. category 20.and i feel this storm going upin numbers,up and up. it’s the size of theentire planet nowI’m the only weather reporterthat believes thisi have hope in my mathdon’t believe in machinesi want to categorize 20 differentparts of youthat i fell in love withcategory 1,2 345i love youyour love is a hurricane, it comes and goesin september it came and wentit went6, your honesty is likea powerful gust of windthat rips trees from its rootsthat blows stop signs from their postrips roofs off house tops14 i love how much we loved each otherit’s like, i thought it was realmaybe it wasmaybe it isn’ti have so much to give youwanted to give, at leaststill, do. i don’t know21 please don’t do thisi don’t want to feel like an acting lessondon’tif i couldid bring a version of you back from a time machineso i could talk to them about the future-youmaybe i couldunderstand betterfeel betteri regretanything i did that brought me heredid isay to littlesay too muchlove too hardlove too softwas it me cryingwas it my silence at 5ami didn’t mean toI’mI’mgoing. well, i wasi was going through some thingsthese things now are different things thoughhurricane artoisthey say don’t chase what you can’t catchI caught feelingsyou caught my heartdon’t be surprisedif you can’t find something like thisnobody can do what i do, like menot even closeyou can’t extinguish flames with a whisperdon’t be surpriseddon’t be surprised when i don’t stop

If you jump, I jumpover frontiers written in bold text saying “invade me”with invisible feelinginto this bewitching allure of where my heart is kept in your cageback stroking through the perfect sound waves where each word spoken fits in my ear, words where you made me imagine us together with wrinklesI was so fucking drunk when we were togethermy submarine descends into our own fucking galaxy(I’m STILL HERE!!!!!!)of silk and honey being hand woven by broken hands (20th time) into this fucking perfect perfection we perfectedI was so hypnotizedwas that an eclipse or did the moon kiss the sun and did the sun close her eyes while he did?I was captured by your solar flaretunnel vision, tunnel feeling the moon and sundeathly slow, slow dance to the spanish passacaglia raising goosebumps on your armsWe jumped to the moonthe moon jumped to the sunthe sun burnedhellhound